[Verse 1: Bub Rock]
Yeah
Game fickle my mind say "n***as ain't in the same lane with you"
Gotta make change to make change when you ain't making it, it make an issue
Make it make sense, decisions I made bent
Boss move like the suede on a pimp
Shoes off like I'm paying the rent
Too sauced I'm Durag off drenched with some old shit on
The new shit is done, before I catch up to my work my son's son will have a son
Hundred laps around the sun
Rock season has begun and they continue too
This is gold trophy rap, we just in a winning mood
Look, I was down bad, counted out, shitted on
Now they showing fake love when my shit is on
The crazy part is they won't even understand it 'till I'm gone
It's no cheat codes gotta be 50 get through the storm
And that's why I been on these songs
Hoping that if I right what I write, I could rid my wrongs
Ain't nobody put me on n***a kiss the ring of the dons

[Verse 2: Rome Streetz]
Uh
Only thing I wanna hear you say is that you got some money for me
If not that shit cheap talk my time costly
I copped a hundred at 8 sold it by 9:40
I grind charge you twenty points more than what it cost me
I need that dope color four door Porsche V
Pretty bitch ass on the soft seat
I'm focused on collecting math out to make sure that we all eat
You frauds spittin' poorly, what's a shark too a corgi?
A crystal lake camp of the Voorhees
Know bitches that'll fuck you to sleep and go and copy your door keys
Have n***as runnin' all through the stash in your laundry
We young, black, intelligent and ornery
Live from from the razors edge evil deeds for bread been a part of that
They said don't love money too much, you'll catch a heart attack
You ain't no competition n***a you still where you started at
I lapped you three times it feel like I been to mars and back
Your face where the target at, arson rap
Tie the belt around your bicep to find a vein give your arm a smack
Rather be by myself before I run with a circle of squares
Me and my n***as all stars, shit I'm displaying is rare